Monthly Archives: February 2013

Annoint thyself with essential oils

Anoint thyself with essential oils
By Nancy B. Loughlin
Published in News Press on February 26, 2013.  Posted with permission.

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It seems like medicine is coming full circle.  After 4,000 years, back to the garden seems like a good option. Essential oils are a good place to start for natural healing.

Start by sniffing them.  When it comes to senses, taste is over-rated.  Your taste buds can only detect about half-a-dozen flavors.  But your nose snags around 10,000 scents.  In fact, most of what we think we are tasting we are actually smelling.

Your nose offers a direct path to your central nervous system.  In your nose is a patch of neurons with protruding cilia. When objects evaporate, tiny molecules float up into your nose and meet the cilia. Once the molecules hit those neurons, not only do you smell something, but the molecules go to work in the body.

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Free your feet

Free your feet, and the rest will follow
By Nancy B. Loughlin
Published in News Press on February 12, 2013.  Posted with permission.

As a runner and yogi, I’m a foot fan.

Leonardo daVinci was right.  The foot is a masterpiece of engineering.  Your feet each have 26 bones, about 25% of all the bones in your body, and 19 muscles, 107 ligaments, and over 7,000 nerve endings.  Strong and flexible feet can mean healthy knees, hips, backs, and shoulders.

Our feet are our grounding vessels.  They propel the body skyward and forward.  They are our primary connection with the world, our roots to the physical and what’s real and stable.

I may love feet, but I don’t love shoes.  High-heeled or overly-cushioned shoes interfere with the foot’s natural machinery resulting in weak muscles and tendons.

Has the foot had a greater recent champion than Christopher McDougall, author of “Born to Run”?  He argues that high-end running shoes with their “pronation correction” features are responsible for many runners’ injuries.  McDougall touts the foot’s natural ability to adapt to different landscapes, maintain balance, and cradle the body.  The feet and their arches are built to take a beating, he writes.

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Why I don’t own a gun

Why I Don’t Own a Gun
by Nancy B. Loughlin
Published in News Press on February 3, 2013

(Note:  I wrote this piece as the “con” side of gun ownership.  News Press ran a large feature about gun laws following the Sandy Hook school shooting.)

I don’t believe guns kill people any more than I believe movies are violent, money is evil, or dresses are slutty.  Sly personifications aside, I’m still not getting a gun.

I watched conspiracy king Alex Jones perform with Piers Morgan.  Jones did land significant punches despite his belligerence.  Guns may be used to kill more people in the United States than in other peer nations, but they are not the leading cause of preventable death in the country, not by a killshot.   Alex, so tell me again why I need a gun?

For protection, silly.  Got it.

The possibility of a housefire is remote (comparably), but I still have a fire extinguisher in the kitchen.  But a gun is far from a fire extinguisher.

Former Marine John Dean “Jeff” Cooper popularized the different mindsets of combat readiness in terms of colors.  Code white is unprepared to take lethal action, vulnerable; codes yellow, orange and red are the realms of the armed – be aware that your life could be in danger, monitor adversaries, and prepare to take lethal action. An armed individual is perpetually in code yellow and up.

I’m not afraid of guns.  I’m afraid of Code Yellow and Up people.  I am afraid of people whose eyes shift from left to right assuming (perhaps hoping for) a malevolent foe around the corner.  I am afraid of people who initially assume strangers to be threats rather than friends. I am afraid of people who define government tyranny as universal healthcare.  I’m afraid of how they vote, how they raise their children, and what they do on first dates. Einstein said the most important decision we make is whether we believe we live in a friendly or hostile universe; I accept no one is ever truly safe, and we cannot paradoxically prepare for the unexpected. In that acceptance lies serenity.  That’s where I choose to live.

Poet Kim Addonizio wrote, “It feels so good to shoot a gun/to stand with your legs apart/holding a nine millimeter in both hands/aiming at something that can’t run.”  In the field, trained NYC police officers only hit their intended targets about 18% of the time. I’m hoping a paper target is the only one strapped amateurs ever have in their crosshairs.